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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.