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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Swans,
Ituana,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.