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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.