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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.