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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.