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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.