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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.