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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.