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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Magma,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.