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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Magma to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.