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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.