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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.