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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.