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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.