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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.