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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.