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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.