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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.