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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.