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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.