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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.