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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Hashim,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.