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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.