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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Nas,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.