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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.