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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.