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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.