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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Nas,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.