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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Wake to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Index,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.