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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.