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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.