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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.