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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.