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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.