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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.