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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Niagra,
MC5,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.