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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.