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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.