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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.