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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Main Source,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.