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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.