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 Botswana and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.