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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.