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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.