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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Can,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.