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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.