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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.