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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.