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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.