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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.