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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Skriet,
Wire,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.