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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.