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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.