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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.