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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.