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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.