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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.