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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 cv313 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.