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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Index,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.