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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Can,
New Order,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.