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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
X-102,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.