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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.