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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.