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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.