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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.