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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Can,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.