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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.