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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.