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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.