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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.