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 France and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.