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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s 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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
New Order,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.