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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.