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 Denmark and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Neu!,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.