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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.