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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Wire,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.