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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.