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 Russia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Franke,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.