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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
Ronan,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Magazine,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.