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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.