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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.