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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.