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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.