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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.