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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.