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 Norway 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.