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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.