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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.