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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.