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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.