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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.