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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.