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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.