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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.