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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.