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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Index,
Aswad,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.