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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.