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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.