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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.