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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Pagans,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.