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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Little Man,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.