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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.