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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.