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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.