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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.