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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.