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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.