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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.