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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.