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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.