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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.