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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Q65,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.