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 India and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.