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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.