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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.