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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Inner City,
MDC,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Nico,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.