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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.