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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.