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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
UT,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.