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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Neu!,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.