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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.