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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.