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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.