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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.