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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.