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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.