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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.