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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.