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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.