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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.