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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.