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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.