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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.