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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Ten City,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.