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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Faust,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.