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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.