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 Russia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.