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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.