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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.