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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.