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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.