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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Wings,
cv313,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.