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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.