Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.