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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.