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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Slave,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.