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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.