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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.