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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.