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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.