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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.