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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.