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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.