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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Franke,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
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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.