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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.