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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.