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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.