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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.