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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
UT,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.