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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.