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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.