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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.