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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.