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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Victims,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.