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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.