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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.