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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.