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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.