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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
John Cale,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.