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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.