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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.