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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.