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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.