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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.