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 Latvia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.