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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.