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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.