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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.