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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Index,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.