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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.