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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.