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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.