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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.