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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.