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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.