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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.