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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.