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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.