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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.