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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.