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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Television,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.