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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.