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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.