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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.