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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.