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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.