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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.