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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.