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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.