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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.