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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.