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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Evens,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.