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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Index,
EPMD,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.