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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.