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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.