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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Fear,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.