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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.