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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.