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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.