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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.