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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.