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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.