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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.