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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monks to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.