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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.