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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.