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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Cluster,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.