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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.