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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
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.