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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.