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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Television,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.