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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.