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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.