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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.