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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.