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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.