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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.