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 Canada and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.