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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.