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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.