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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.