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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.