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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
CMW,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.