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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.