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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.