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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.