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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.