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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.