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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.