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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.