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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.