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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.