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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.