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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.