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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.