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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.