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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.