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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Human League,
June of 44,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.