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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.