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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.