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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.