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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.