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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.