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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.