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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.