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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.