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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.