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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.