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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Smog,
X-101,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.