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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.