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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.