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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.