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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.