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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.