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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.