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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.