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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.