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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.