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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Roxette,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.