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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
DNA,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.