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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Cure,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.