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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.