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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.