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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.