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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
the Swans,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.