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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.