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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.