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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.