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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
the Slits,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.