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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.