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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.