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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.