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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.