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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Gories to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.