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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.