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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.