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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
ABC,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.