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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.