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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.