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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Can,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Main Source,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.