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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.