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 East Timor and from London.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.