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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.