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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.