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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.