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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.