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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Wire,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.