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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.