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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.