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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Qualms,
EPMD,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.