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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.