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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.