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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Das Ding,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.