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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Ten City,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.