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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
MDC,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.