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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.