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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.