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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Index,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.