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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.