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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.