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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.