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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.