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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.