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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Crime,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.