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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
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.