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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.