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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.