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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.