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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
UT,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.