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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.