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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.