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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.