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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.