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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.