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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.