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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.