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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.