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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.