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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.