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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.