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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.