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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.