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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.