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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.