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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.