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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
X-102,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.