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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.