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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.