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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.