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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.