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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.