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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.