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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.