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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.