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 North and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.