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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.