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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
JFA,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.