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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.