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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.