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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Can,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.