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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.