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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.