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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Index,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.