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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 DNA 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.