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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.