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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.