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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.