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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.