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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.