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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.