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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Motions 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Deakin,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.