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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.