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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.