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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.