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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.