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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
MC5,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.