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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.