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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.