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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.