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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.