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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.