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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Slave,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.