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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.