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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.