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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.