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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.