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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.