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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.