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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.