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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.