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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Index,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.