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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.