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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.