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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.