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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Can,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.