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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.