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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.