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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.