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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.