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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.