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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.