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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.