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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.