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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.