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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.