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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.