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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.