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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.