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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
the Swans,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.