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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.