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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.