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 Gambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.