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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.