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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.