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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.