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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.