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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.