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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Residents,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.