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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.