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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.