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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.