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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.