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 Suriname and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.