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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.