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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.