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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
PIL,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.