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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.