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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.