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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.