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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Gong,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.