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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Symarip,
Wings,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.