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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Magazine,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.