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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
the Swans,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Excepter,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.