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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.