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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.