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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.