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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.