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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Wings,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.