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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.