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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.