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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.