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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.