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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.