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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.