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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.