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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.