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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.