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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.