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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.