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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.