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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.