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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Can,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.