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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.