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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.