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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Wings,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.