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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.