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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.