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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.