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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.