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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
10cc,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.