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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Star Department to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.