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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.