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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
UT,
MC5,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.