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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.