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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Technova,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.