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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Monks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.