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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.