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 Argentina and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.