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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.