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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.