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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.