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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Rekid,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Technova,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.