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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
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Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.