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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.