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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.