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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.