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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.