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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Gories,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Brick,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.