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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.