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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.