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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.