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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.