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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.