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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.