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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
ABC,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.