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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.