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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.