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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.