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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Remains 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.