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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.