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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.