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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.