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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.