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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
UT,
June Days,
Chrome,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.