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 Colombia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.