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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.