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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Qualms,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.