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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.