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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.