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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
June Days,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.