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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.