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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.