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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.