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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.