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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.