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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.