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 Dominica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.