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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.