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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.