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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.