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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.