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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Japan,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.