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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.