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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motorama 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Excepter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.