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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.