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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.