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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.