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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.