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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.