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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Japan,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.