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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.