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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
MDC,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.